The anti-gravity generator stirred up the magic curve that filled the entire cosmic background radiation, the huge "dragon" like a giant mansion passed through the end of the atmospheric roof, the thick clouds had become a blanket in the background, and the invisible magic storm blew the edge of the protective barrier—at the junction of the barrier force field and the cosmic space, a circle of transparent and almost invisible ripples spread outward, like ripples caused by a stone falling into the water.

"The parameters are basically the same as those calculated by the creators 1.87 million years ago......

"The propulsion technology left behind by the setters is still valid in the current era......

"The energy source and propulsion structures are working well, and after crossing the gravitational tipping point, try to enter the Shadow Realm to verify that submersible propulsion is feasible......

"Collect and compare starlight signals...... The star map left behind by the setter is no longer usable. Try to recalibrate the star axis, and the destination is tentatively set to a solid planet near 'O'...... Or you can get energy and material replenishment there...... A suitable springboard. ”

Omega's mind was alive and well, pondering question after question, gathering new information, drawing up new plans, distant stars shining on his alloy shell, and the dancing stars looking as beautiful as the planet below—new sensations welling up in his nervous system, which he judged to be "joy" and "anticipation" after a brief weighing.

He looked up and looked farther away, as the ancient moons and space stations were emerging from the darkness after passing the visual distractions that the Voyager had set over the entire planet.

"Observing the Voyager's Heritage...... They are all in silence. Omega ...... I felt a little sadness, and it wasn't the same as when I left Tallund. ”

Omega pondered, maintaining a dialogue with himself in the thread of his thoughts. He felt that his thinking efficiency had decreased, and that many computational tasks had taken longer to complete than they had been in the beginning—and even though he had cut off the output of instructions to all subordinate nodes, the decline in computing power was still significant.

But he didn't panic, because it was normal—the countless compute nodes set up deep in the land of Talrond were going offline, and as he moved farther and farther away from the planet below, the amount of computing power he could borrow from the surface was drastically reduced. He is no longer the continent-wide "Omega System", and now he only has this huge body and a small number of servers loaded on it, and their efficiency is obviously not as good as that of land-based nodes.

But Omega doesn't regret this – if you want to travel far, you have to make trade-offs, and too heavy a "bag" can only hinder the journey.

And on the other hand, traveling far away in the form of this "individual" is also an experience that he once could not imagine. He didn't know which was better, being an Omega network bound to the earth or being a dragon flying in the universe, but at least at this moment, he felt ...... Satisfied.

Several smaller vehicles came up from behind, their silvery-white triangular shells still glowing with a faint red glow, which was the heat generated as they passed through the atmosphere. The machines caught up with Omega, who had already gone into space, and then followed him a short distance behind him like a cub following his mother.

These are Omega's "bags", all the belongings he brought out from his "hometown" on this trip. He didn't know if it would be enough for a long and arduous journey, but maybe it ...... Life requires a little adventure.

He couldn't remember who had told him this, it could have been some creator who had programmed the Omega system, or it could have been some "guest" visiting the continent of Talrond, but Omega loved it anyway.

Tiny pieces of metal slid by, and the edge of the protective barrier collided with the shards, erupting into a small burst of fire, an insignificant impact that caught Omega's attention, and he looked up into the distance, and the high-precision optical sensor then captured some scenes in the vast space in the distance—

He saw a tattered wreckage, floating in the dark and deep starry sky, the wreckage was miserable, as if it had been torn apart by an incomparably powerful and brutal enemy, and crumpled what was left into a ball—it was floating in pieces, it looked like a mass of steel on the verge of disintegration, and it was almost impossible to see its original appearance.

But after a closer scan, Omega found that the internal skeleton of the pile of wreckage was still well connected, the sealing structure at the middle end was also intact, and all the lights in the second half of it had been extinguished, but there were still some faint lights circulating in the darkness in the first half and a few places in the middle.

And in the space near this pile of wreckage, there is a smaller, more twisted pile of debris floating next to it, and the appearance of this pile of wreckage is even more difficult to distinguish.

All of Omega's optical sensors were pointed in that direction, and for a few seconds his "gaze" was still on the wreckage.

He analyzed the characteristics of the wreckage, and in a very short time unit, he felt that new and complex emotions were surging up from his nervous system, but this time, he could not figure out what this emotion should be classified into—it was not joy, it was not sadness, it was not loss, it was not even expectation, it was just violently oscillating in all the nervous system and auxiliary computing units, as if with a scorching heat, scorching all the thought threads.

And in the midst of this intense and inanalyzable wave of emotion, Omega pondered the question: what should he do?

"My service is over...... Omega said to his Mind Thread Sixteen in Mind Thread Fourteen, "I don't have to carry out orders from the Creators - they didn't leave me any preset instructions. ”

"Yes, I don't need to execute the instructions left by the creator," Mind Thread Sixteen agreed, "So, I should do what I want to do." ”

Omega, which has finished its service and has acquired its "heart", has solved this small puzzle in less than a thousandth of a second—how to take the next step is too simple a problem compared to the "meaning of life".

He flew straight for the wreckage.

……

In the control hall of the Tallrond, the dim light illuminated the ancient control seat, and in the light of light and darkness, three somewhat bored figures were revealed.

The hall was silent, and the alarm lights had been forcibly turned off, except for the occasional buzz or tick from nowhere.

"Which one did we go to with the word solitaire?" Baloger broke the silence suddenly, "I remember if it was a 'blizzard' or a 'high-altitude cyclone'......"

"Whichever one, I'm quit," Andal shook his head, "the word solitaire thing is even more boring than I thought...... And you're always mixing in technical words that only mechanics understand. ”

"Okay," Baloger shrugged, then glanced down the dimly lit hall, "To be honest, I miss the sound of the alarm system a little......

Andal put his hand on the control seat in front of him: "Then I turn it on?" It's not broken. ”

"Stop! Stop it! I'm kidding! It's just a rhetoric! Baloger didn't hesitate to stop the other party's action, "Have you thought about what to do if you can't turn it off?" This system can't stand the toss! ”

Listening to the movement beside him, Hagere glanced sideways at Baloger slightly: "How long can our gas last?" ”

"Now it seems that it will take a little longer than expected," Balogue immediately returned to earnest, "there is no leak in the core module, the recirculation unit has emptied the poison gas from the pipes, and with the gas control system operating normally, it seems that the cause of our final death will not be suffocation or poisoning." ”

“…… Even if it's good news," Andal shook his head, "then it looks like we'll be able to drift here for a long time." We've recorded a lot of observations, so what's next? ”

In the huge control hall, the three primeval dragons fell silent again, and this silence lasted for a few seconds before Baloger cautiously spoke: "Do you want to do word solitaire again?" We can start with the geological terminology ......"

"I'm not interested." Hagere shook his head and said in a flat tone, as he looked beyond the transparent polymer dome not far away and looked out into the vast and empty space outside the spaceship.

His gaze fell on a distorted wreckage that had completely lost its vitality and light—the wreckage had come a little closer to the ship during the long drift, but it was also possible that it was his delusion.

After all, he'd been staring at the wreckage for too long these days.

After a few minutes of staring, Hragor withdrew his gaze, and he turned to return to the center of the control hall, but at the moment of his gaze, an unexpected flash of light suddenly broke into the edge of his vision.

Hragor stopped for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction where the flash came from, and Baloger and Andal, who were discussing which word to start with, also stopped for a moment, and looked in the same direction—but they only had time to see a fleeting phantom, a vague and hazy outline.

It seemed to be a massive steel artifact, a bit like a dragon two or three hundred meters long, and a bit like the tail engine crew of the Talrond, and it flashed past the edge of the polymer dome at a speed that was too fast to see.

It seemed to circle the rear of the Talrond - Hragor wasn't sure about it, and before he could figure out what it was, a huge thrust had slammed into the protective wall on the side of the Talrond.

The powerful impact shook the sturdy keel of this ancient spaceship, and the shock directly entered the core area through mechanical conduction, the spaceship shook, making a huge noise, and the starry sky outside also rolled up, in this violent shaking, a seat not far away suddenly slapped down in the direction of Hragere, and the latter stretched out his arm to resist the impact at the same time, there were only countless questions in his mind, and these questions can be summarized into three sentences after popular translation-

What is it? What's going on? How to deal with it?!

……

The gravity drive performed a beautiful "spurt", the precisely calculated thrust was perfectly released in the intended area, and Omega watched from afar as the wreckage began to descend towards the intended orbit, and the steel jaws were slightly raised.

He was very happy with his shot.

It turns out that even without the support of the surface computing node group, the computing power that you have is still sufficient.

As for now, the goodbye to the creators is over, and it's time to continue the journey.

Omega retracted his gaze and returned his attention to the vastness of space, his gaze stretching out into the distance along the edge of the planet's curved atmosphere, where the countless ancient legacies left by the Voyagers were floating silently in their orbits, watching the small world like a wordless tombstone in space.

After a little calculation and readjusting his sailing plan, Omega activated the thrusters all over his body again, and he made a beautiful arc over the planet, and with the help of the faint gravitational pull, he flew lightly in the direction of the equator.

From there, he plans to do an acceleration, leaving the gravitational sphere of the home planet near the planet's equator, passing the "sun" up close, and recharging his magic in the process. After two accelerations, he will truly get out of here and fly towards the "center" of this planetary system—the road ahead is long and full of unknowns, but the fierce curiosity inspires the new traveler, and he is full of fighting spirit and confidence.

The constellation of equatorial moons left behind by the voyagers gradually appeared on the edge of the field of view, and even more striking than the ancient inverted cone moons was the huge annular orbital body orbiting the planet's equator.

The ancient Sky Station, a "space miracle" that only the sailors can build.

Omega flew towards the quietly orbiting satellites and the orbiting space station behind them, and at the same time, he thought quickly.

Perhaps something should be left behind - many humans or other sapient races do similar things when they travel away from their homeland.

Omega quickly made a decision, and then gave instructions to one of the accompanying aircraft behind him:

"Find a satellite that is in better condition and leave a transmitter on it."

A triangular vehicle received the order to silently break out of the flight queue in a vacuum and fly towards a high-level satellite near the Sky Station......

……

Cecil, clear and cloudless midnight.

Gawain woke up in the middle of the night.

Strictly speaking, he jumped when he received a sudden warning signal from a satellite.

A never-before-seen signal woke him up from his sleep, and although the signal quickly subsided, it dispelled all his sleepiness, and then the satellite system closely connected to his consciousness automatically transmitted some vague images, and after seeing those images, Gawain fell into a stupor.

...... in space Something appeared.

He stood beside the bed, the bright starlight falling through the wide window on the ground not far away, and on this cloudless midnight, Emperor Cecil, who had been awakened from his sleep, had only three questions left in his mind-

What the hell? What's going on? What are you going to do?!

(End of chapter)